Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 165: Back Attack
The human body has a center of gravity, and a battle formation also has a "center of gravity"!
The greater the mass of an object, the greater the gravitational force between them; the greater the distance between them, the smaller the gravitational force between them.

This law also applies to military operations.

When six thousand elite cavalrymen and thousands of infantrymen frantically squeezed the battle space where Mo Yu personally led a thousand cavalrymen, the personnel density and battle intensity in this area reached the peak of the entire battlefield.

From officers to soldiers, as long as they can see, hear, and feel this battlefield, their attention will be involuntarily drawn there.

Everyone knows that the battle here is extremely important and can affect the entire war situation at any time.

Whether it is Mo Yu's death that frees up Numa Seka to integrate all the troops in the camp; or whether Mo Yu successfully breaks out with a thousand cavalrymen and rushes to the center of the central army camp with his gun pointed at Numa Seka, it will ultimately determine the direction of the entire battle!
However, because of this, almost everyone subconsciously ignored the thousands of tribal cavalrymen stationed on either flank. Even the Hu generals in charge of the left and right camps were largely focused on the central battlefield.

This is a weakness of human nature. Except for a very few famous generals, few people can clearly recognize it and correct it decisively.

Chief Urka and Chief Saltus did not flank the central army from the two wings as the Hu cavalry had expected. Instead, they took advantage of the moment when the front army camp was in chaos and collapsed, and each led a thousand cavalry to pass through and directly attack the rear army.

The four forces of military strategy, no matter which school you belong to, all emphasizes mobilizing the enemy and yourself.

It is true that the military situation is reckless, but this does not mean that we can just rush in recklessly. We also need to have a clear combat goal.

When Mo Yu chose to divide his troops, it must be because dividing his troops could bring him greater benefits!
Urka led a thousand cavalrymen through the rear camp like a black hurricane, trampling the families of the Hu people along the way and passing through the huge herds of cattle and sheep. After all, it was not their own camp, so they did not feel sorry for the destruction.

But the Hu cavalry chasing after him were in trouble. The families and cattle and sheep blocking their way were all their or their leader's wealth. They were afraid of the bottles and jars in the house and did not dare to attack freely.

After all, life is not a game. They only need to consider the outcome of the battle at hand. They also have to consider the consequences after winning.

Moreover, this was not the main battlefield, and the order from above was only to drive them away and not let them get close to the central army camp. Most of the small leaders adopted the mentality of "catching up slowly" and drove their horses slowly to chase.

When Urka reached a certain place, a small leader of the Hu tribe suddenly changed his expression and exclaimed, "Oh no! That's where the tribe's captives are being held!"

The leading General Hu instantly understood what the enemy was planning and made a decisive decision: "Don't worry about anything else and charge with all your might! We must not let them release the prisoners. No, we must kill them all along with the prisoners!"

A dog that has bitten someone to death cannot be spared, even a dog that has seen blood cannot be spared, let alone a northern barbarian who is naturally fierce?

The Hu general's reaction was decisive, but unfortunately, it was too late. Urka and his men expertly cut the ropes binding the captives, a feat they had performed countless times in the past few days, their movements as smooth as flowing water.

There was no time to draw war patterns on the captives or conduct war god tests. Urka swept his tiger eyes and said in a thunderous voice: "Anyone who is not scared yet, get on your horse and follow us!"

Needless to say, the shared identity and experiences of the northern tribes are the best emotional triggers. The Luoluowu tribe was once attacked and conquered by the Hu people, and most of these captives were captured in the same way.

What's more, compared with the Luoluo people who were rescued halfway, these prisoners of war who were imprisoned together suffered humiliation during several days of imprisonment, and their hatred and desire for revenge towards the Hu people were even greater than that of Urka.

Cows, sheep, horses and all kinds of livestock were running around in the rear camp, and you could catch one with just a stretch of your hand.

Even though he was a little weak because he hadn't eaten much in the past few days, when the angry fighting spirit rose in his heart.

A strong will will cause the body to secrete a large amount of hormones and activate the body's backup hidden energy. At least in the short term, their combat effectiveness will be maintained within a normal range.

In such a fierce battlefield, this moment of outburst is enough!
After rescuing some of the prisoners of war, Urka, who had been keeping an eye on the pursuers, saw the Hu cavalry approaching and decisively stopped his subordinates' rescue operation and gathered the thousand cavalry again.

The task of rescuing people can be left to those they rescued. He must withstand the most violent first wave of attacks from the Hu cavalry pursuers and gain an advantage with brutal fighting power.

Only in this way can these newly rescued prisoners of war truly believe that they can win, and thus truly follow them to fight the enemy.

The blood in his body was boiling, and Urka's eyes were wide open, filled with scarlet bloodshot.

He suddenly dropped his shield and gripped his spear tightly with both hands. Black Qi emanated violently, wrapping around the spear like a blazing black flame. He roared, "Arrow Edge Formation! Follow me and kill!"

Without much talk, without any need for encouragement, the resolute figure charging forward headfirst was the best declaration for the tribal warriors! The tribal warriors followed closely behind, their horses neighing, swords and spears raised high.

The chaotic scene was not suitable for archery, and the opposing Hu general also chose the most bloody and cruel cavalry charge. Relying on his advantage of more than 5,000 cavalry, he led his Hu cavalry to charge forward.

One big and one small, they were like two black arrows streaking through the sky, and finally collided violently.

Waves of blood instantly dyed the white ice field red!

In the first wave of collision, at least a hundred tribal warriors were killed, and the number of Hu cavalry who died in this collision was several times that number.

Urka wielded his spear in both hands, a violent burst of black energy erupting. With one thrust, he thrust, leveraging the momentum of his warhorse to pierce the chests of three Hu cavalrymen. A bloody mist exploded, and the remnant of his spirit transformed into black energy, surging into the ox-horn battle pattern on his forehead. "Hah!" With a furious roar, he swept his spear across, severing the two Hu cavalrymen, their horses and bodies, in two, sending blood gushing out.

The warhorse galloped without stopping, and the old man in his forties with half white hair and beard burst out with amazing fighting spirit. He led a thousand cavalrymen to stop the charge of the Hu cavalry and rushed straight towards the enemy general without slowing down.

When the Hu general saw that Urka dared to leave the team and charge into the battle alone, he was shocked and angry, and led more than 30 personal guards to meet him.

He was able to become a general under Numa Seka, so his martial arts skills must be extraordinary. He led a tribe of no less than ten thousand people and had made great military achievements. In his eyes, the Luoluo tribe was nothing but ants. How could they challenge him?
The Hu general squeezed his horse's belly and raised his sword high. Urka locked onto the Hu general with a sharp gaze, his spear tightly gripped.

The warhorse suddenly accelerated again, its prosthetic limbs making a dull sound as they stepped on the stirrups, and it charged straight into the formation of the Hu general's personal guards.

One of the guards swung his sword, but Urka dodged and thrust his spear, the tip piercing his chest. Another guard thrust his spear, but Urka swung it, "clang!" The spear shaft broke, and with a backhand strike, the guard's head exploded, his brains splattering.

Seeing this, the Hu general's pupils shrank slightly and he shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!" He spurred his horse and rushed forward, slashing down with the long sword in his hand with a strong wind. The sword was as fast as thunder and went straight for Urka's throat.

Urka did not dodge or evade, and raised his spear. "Clang!" The spear and sword collided, sparks flew, and the black energy and sword wind surged, making the Hu general's palm numb and the hilt of the sword almost slip out of his hand.

The warhorse neighed, and Urka grinned, his eyes gleaming even more fiercely. He clamped down hard on the horse's belly, leaned forward, and grabbed the hilt of his long sword. The Hu general was startled, his pupils constricted, and he gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, ready to wrestle with him.

"Let go!"

The Hu general roared, exerting all his might, but he was still only a mortal. How could he possibly stand against Urka, who was blessed with true Qi? The long sword slipped from his hand in an instant, and before he could react, the spear, like a venomous snake from its hole, plunged into his heart.

The tip of the spear pierced through his chest, blood gushed out, black energy exploded, and his internal organs burst out. The Hu general's eyes were still filled with shock and anger, his body stiffened, and he fell off his horse and into the snow.

The residual spirit, which was far stronger than that of ordinary Huqi, turned into wisps of black energy and poured into Urka's body. He was confused and it seemed as if a shackle had broken inside his body.

Over thirty of the Hu general's personal guards were filled with shock and fury, swords and spears raised, roaring and surrounding them. Urka came back to his senses and laughed wildly, "Come on!" He swung his spear and the long sword he had just seized, leaving a trail of shadows.

One of the Hu general's personal guards swung his sword and attacked, and he slashed diagonally with his long sword. "Crack!" The sword broke and the man died, blood splattering. Another personal guard thrust his spear and attacked, and he swept his spear horizontally, breaking the spear shaft and piercing his throat.

The commander was killed, and the 5,000-horse battle formation collapsed instantly under the immense pressure of the 1,000-horse force. Another tribal leader, acting as Urka's deputy commander, led a few cavalrymen to attack, and within moments, over 30 of the commander's personal guards were killed.

Hot blood flowed all over the ground, and the remaining soul was captured from the corpse, turning into black energy and flowing into the ox horn battle pattern, becoming a sacrifice to the god of war, making the tribal warriors stronger.

Urka turned his head and looked back, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield behind him. He roughly estimated that nearly two hundred tribal warriors under his command had been killed.

Although there are more rescued prisoners of war to fill the auxiliary cavalry, the total number of cavalry under his command has exceeded 3,000, and there are still more and more independent cavalry joining the battle, but he still feels a little sad in his heart that these are all his people.

However, he quickly suppressed his emotions. The High Priest was still in the center, pulling the enemy's main force. He had no time to grieve; he had to return immediately to reinforce. He raised his sword and spear, his eyes wide, and shouted like thunder: "All troops, listen to my orders! Target the center, follow me and kill!"

Urka shoved his horse's flank, causing it to neigh and charge forward in a black afterimage. Three thousand cavalrymen followed closely behind, their killing intent boiling. The captives behind him grabbed the weapons left behind by the Hu cavalry and joined the ranks, either on horseback or on foot, roaring with rage, their will for revenge burning like a blazing flame.

The cattle and sheep in the rear camp were running and trampling on the ground. The remaining Hu cavalry were driven away by three thousand iron cavalrymen. Their minds went blank and they fled towards their own army in panic, like a flock of sheep being chased by wolves.

On the high slope of the central army, Numa Seka gripped his spear tightly, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He could faintly hear the sounds of chaos and shouting from the rear camp, mingled with the neighing of galloping cattle and sheep. He turned his head sharply and saw thousands of cavalrymen approaching on both sides like two black torrents, with clouds of dust and snow billowing, their momentum overwhelming. The remaining Hu cavalry fled in panic, disrupting the central army's formation, and the troops' hooves trampled them, making the formation crumble.

"Damn it!"

The woman beside him furrowed her brows, her delicate hands tightly gripping the Imperial Instrument: Military Music Dream. The flute's notes grew increasingly piercing, attempting to steady the troops' spirits. But the fear spread by the tribal cavalry spread like a plague, a fear no mere instrument could remedy.

Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead as she whispered, "No, fear is deeply ingrained in their hearts, and there's nothing I can do to change them..."

Numa snorted coldly without answering. His gloomy eyes swept across the battlefield with murderous intent.

"I will lead my men to defeat them!" A tall and strong Hu general stood out. He had a burly figure and held a huge axe in his hand. The axe blade flashed with cold light.

"No," Numa Seka shook his head, his expression gloomy. He pointed his spear in the direction of the front, directly at where Mo Yu was. "That man is the core of the enemy. After the continuous losses, the enemy general must be exhausted. Go and kill him. I want to use his head to shake the enemy's morale!"

"Understood," General Gao Menghu replied in a deep voice, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. He slapped his warhorse, and the black horse beneath him neighed as he led his three hundred guards like a gust of wind towards Mo Yu's location.

(End of this chapter)